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The Parsifal of Richard Wagner was not only the last and loftiest work of his genius, but it is also one of the few great dramas of modern times,—a drama which unfolds striking and impressive spiritual teachings. Indeed, Parsifal may be called Richard Wagner's great confession of faith. He takes the legend of the Holy Grail, and uses it to portray wonderfully and thrillingly the Christian truths of the beauty, the glory, and the inspiring power of the Lord's Supper, and the infinite meaning of t

Within a noble stretch of mountain woods, Primeval forest, deep and dark and grand, There rose a glorious castle towering high,— And at its foot a smiling, shimmering lake Lay in the still lap of a verdant glade. 'T was daybreak, and the arrows of the dawn Were shot in golden glory through the trees, And from the castle came a trumpet blast To waken life in all the slumbering host,— Warriors and yeomen in the castle halls. And at the trumpet Gurnemanz rose up,— Ancient and faithful servant of th

Klingsor the dread magician plied his arts And worked in shame his dastardly black deeds, Within the inner keep of a great tower,— The watch-tower of the grim and frowning castle. Here in a dark and dismal rocky room, Where Heaven's light could scarcely find a way, And where around him lay his books and tools Of hateful magic, littering the floor, Steadfast he looked upon a metal mirror That told the fates to him,—then muttered low: "The time has come! Lo, how my tower entices The guileless lad,

Morning was breaking in the pleasant land, Where rising meadows full of fragrant flowers Skirt with their beauty the deep forest wilds, That lead to rocky cliffs among whose peaks Lies Monsalvat, the castle of the Grail. Forth from a hut that leans against the rock, Close to a woodland spring, came Gurnemanz, The faithful knight and noble counsellor, But now a lonely hermit of the woods, Clad in the sacred tunic of the Grail, Grown very old and bent, and hair snow-white. He listened for awhile,